My Wonderful Husband

Okay...so if you read this blog and you're not a Facebook friend...you really need to become a Facebook friend. That is where Jeremy and I have put updated pictures of Ross...I'm just sayin'...it would be helpful.

But Facebook is not why I sat down at my computer...I wanted to let my world know about my sweet husband.

I have a husband that would gladly sit for hours playing Out of the Park--a computer baseball game where he gets to be a GM or something and control the sport of baseball. I don't know. I just know he's won the pennant like 100 times...so I don't know why he's still a television producer and not a GM for a baseball team. I'm just sayin'...we could have a much bigger house, people. If it weren't baseball season this man could easily spend a day watching horror movies or zombie movies or Star Trek movies or Star Wars movies or reading about movies. He has a deep love of most things movie-music-or baseball related. And yet...I've entitled this post "My Wonderful Husband?" "Why?" you're surely asking yourself...

Well, let me tell you...
He really is the best husband. As I was sitting in the hospital and thinking through a day, I was touched by the amount of helpfulness and "being there" that he provides. I know his love language his Words of Affirmation...and mine is Acts of Service...so as he's doing sweet stuff for the family, I always try to genuinely praise him and his efforts (you know, as he speaks my language--I speak his). However, what he contributes to our family goes so far beyond him simply speaking my language. He is a huge help...and I really think it's just because he's wonderful.

When I was restricted to my hospital bed this weekend, I would have a moment where I would need him to go "fix" stuff around the room: pick up the straw wrapper on the floor, close that door, move the umbrellas, etc--general anal stuff that I was fixated on because I was stuck in bed. He'd always do it whenever I asked him to. Your tolerance to stuff like that amazes me.

I am breastfeeding Baby Ross. Jeremy gets up at every feeding and tag teams with me. He does the stuff that he can do--change the diaper, employ waking up techniques to the baby, grab a burp cloth, etc. He even does this now that we're home. It's hard to wake up so many times in the middle of the night...but Jeremy does. He knows this is a team effort to get our baby fed and back in bed. I appreciate that.

When I am feeding Ross, Jeremy will make sure I have a big glass of water to drink. I appreciate that, too.

While I was feeding Ross this morning, Jeremy asked me why a towel was on the floor in the hallway. I told him it was because I needed to sort the laundry and get that going--the hamper door wouldn't stay closed anymore (a sure sign that laundry should be done). Next thing I knew, Jeremy was sorting the laundry and had started a load. Thank you...you know bending down is still hard for me...you doing the laundry without being asked is a huge help.

Clutter annoys me. While we were tidying the house the night before we were to have Ross, I noticed a huge pile of stuff (bills that needed to be filed, papers, etc) was gone. I hollered out a thank you to Jeremy for sorting that stuff and moving it off the counter. He hollered back that he hadn't sorted it yet. Wha? I looked around...he had picked it up and placed it out of the way--in a spot where he'd see it next bill paying time and have to sort it then...thus, he got it out of the way because he knew it would bother me to come home to all that clutter. That was very thoughtful of you, Jeremy.

When Jeremy knows I've been doing too much stuff, he'll get me to stop working. He'll either make a deal with me: Sarah, I'll set the time and we'll see how much we can get done in 20 minutes and then we're going to sit down for the rest of the night...Or, he'll simply tell me that I need to take a break and we're not going to work anymore for the day. No bargaining...just telling me to stop. Thank you, Jeremy, for balancing me out.

Even though I love to cook...he beats me home by about 10 minutes most days...so he starts and/or cooks the family dinner about 80% of the time. Thanks for being helping the family be able to eat before too late.

Truthfully...there are numerous other reasons that contribute to why I think Jeremy is a wonderful husband...and even more truthfully, I could write a book on the ways that Jeremy is an amazing father. However...I hope from what I've said so far today that he knows what a great guy I think he is.

Thank you, Jeremy, for all of these things. You make having a newborn do-able. :c) I love you. P.S. Even though Ross now has "the best hair in the house"...yours still looks good.